Josh posted about Howard Wolfson's article with a headline that said "good for him," which to me seems dismissive. Call me naive, but I see Wolfson's words as a genuine mea culpa. I can understand why, from the inside of a campaign, it would be hard to "get" what the enemy's about.

Wolfson explained his evolution in a way that makes sense. And he came on board. In my heart, he is warmly welcomed. Whatever judgments we've shared about Wolfson, now is the time to let them go. It takes a big man to write something like that. He could have come to the Convention wearing Puma's and made a point of being seen that way (like Carville). Instead, he came with an open mind and an open heart.

So, to Wolfson, I say welcome aboard the Obama Express, brother.

I apologize in advance if this subject is out of place here. Although I've lurked on TPM for many years, I'm posting something a bit off the beaten path as my first blog entry.

If you haven't seen it already, make sure the volume is turned up on your speakers and enjoy. It's a real heart opener. With definite political overtones, plus obvious spiritual undertones (or visa versa).

This crazy guy has done a couple of these already. It began as a lark. During his travels, he would film himself doing this ridiculous, arrhythmic dance -- as a silly, personal memento of where he had been. When he got home, he edited the clips together and posted it to youtube, and oddly enough it made a splash. This video is from his third trip. In my opinion, by far his best work (if something this fun can be called work) so far. 

The person who brought it to my awareness made the snarky/cynical comment that it will probably be used to sell chewing gum one day. Truth being forever stranger than fiction, turns out this third trip was in fact sponsored by a chewing gum manufacturer. Donchya just love the irony? Or perhaps the way irony -- and parody and mockery and absurdity -- have been rendered irrelevant by modernity?

Alas, whomever paid the bill {sigh}, the result is beautiful. Somehow, this silly lark has evolved into an art form of sorts. I find it inspiring. Inexplicably perhaps. (Inexplicably inspiring -- try saying that three times fast.)

Anyway, hope you enjoy it as much as I did.